It is not me who writes but someone that suffered several tumbles and remains the same;
Someone that dreams to fly and lives down the ground;
Someone that chases its thoughts, tearing apart the logic, and in this insane struggle, gets lost in the illogical;
Someone that wishes to live instead of just existing, but dies a bit every day;
Someone that is chained to the past and hasn't courage enough to wake up;
Someone that breathes the dust from the ground and wears somebodies' cloths;
If one day, that someone is capable of controlling its torturous thoughts and brake the last barrier...
..I will give a name to that someone